Dirty Deeds

The serpent closed in on Eve at twilight
A nebulous shape in the half light, fangs
Hidden beneath his hood and she, her vision
Blurred was completely beguiled by his lies.
He bought her white roses that she watered
With her tears and chocolate dark like his soul.
He spiced his lies with compliments and promises
And she was completely beguiled by his lies.
Like a sponge he sucked her resources and lied.
When heavy with her giving heart he gave
His time to Evie then Everly and finally to
Every woman or girl who glittered like gold.
He matured and widened his audience to include
Even his friends. He borrowed, stole, swindled
Gambled, smiled and lied, lied and smiled
Until his conscience died and he wreaked havoc
On the lives of those who loved him most.
Now he's just a rat who slinks into his hole, scorned,
shunned that’s his due, and finally I want him to
know, I’ve put his portrait on Poetry Soup and all
will remember him as the-serpent-turned-rat
who drowned in his bowl of soup.

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Dear readers all, this is a poem about a character, not about a particular person. I am a fiction writer and creating characters is what I do best. This is a composite person who behaves a certain way, hence, the use of the word 'portrait.' Sherese